Date: Fri, 20 Sep 2002 18:55:41 +0000
From: Moore
Subject: Southern Submissive Part 8
SOUTHERN SUBMISSIVE (AUTHORITARIAN, HUMIL: T/T, M/T)
BY: MOORE
Part 8
Chapter XIII
I got home just before sunrise. Lottie was drinking coffee as I
staggered into the kitchen, naked and reeking from the dried semen
caked on my body and oozing out of my ass. With nothing more than a
slightly raised eyebrow, she poured me a cup and pushed out a chair.
I shook my head and told her that I preferred to stand. No need to
explain to Lottie that my ass was sore, she knows I'm a fag. She
knows I suck dick. She knows my asshole is pussy. She knows I'm
unable to resist the command of any man who wants to use me for his
pleasure. I took a sip of the hot coffee and said, "About 40," when
she asked, "How many?"
I finished my coffee and left her sitting there to take a bath and
grab a couple of hours sleep before hitting the road. I've serviced
forty guys before without feeling so worn out, maybe I was getting
old. Eighteen years old and washed up as a cocksucker. It hit me
while I was soaking in the tub and enjoying the rush of warm water
in and out of my wide open asshole. My mouth was fine, it was my
memory that was going. Yeah, I did forty guys at the roadside honky
tonk Slim and Whitey took me to after the prom...after sucking off
most of the guys in my high school graduation class. No wonder I
was so beat. My mouth had been used by, I had sucked off, more than
one hundred cocks in the past eight hours or so. I could only guess
at the number of times I'd been fucked.
I set my alarm, lubed the ten inch dildo I keep on my night table
just in case I get horny during the night, and climbed into bed.
I closed my eyes, thinking that my best days as a slave boy faggot
cocksucker lay ahead and looking forward to my trip around the
country. Maybe I'll delay college for a year. See more of the
country, New York City, work for a while.
***
Jefferson, wake up Jefferson. I heard a voice call out in my
dream. I was walking along a sandy beach and came upon a group
of men. Strangers, but they greeted me warmly as though they were
expecting me. I sat among them, unmoving, hands reached out to
touch me. "Please don't," I said softly as my clothes were removed
and left on the sand to blow away in the afternoon breeze. Their
eyes gazed with lust upon my naked, vulnerable form. Jefferson,
Jefferson, I heard again as each man presented his erect organ to
be kissed by my quivering lips. "I'm not, I can't, please, not in
my mouth, please don't make me a cocksucker," I wailed to deaf
ears. Silky fluid oozed forth from the tip of each pulsating organ
as it passed across my lips, probing, searching, waiting for the
opening to appear. "Please, please no," I cried as hands gently
grasped my penis, cradled my testicles and fingers pushed against
the pink pucker of my anus.
I felt my resistance washing away on the rising tide of frenzied
excitement racing throughout my body and the wind whispering in my
ears, suck, suck, suck and the disembodied voice calling Jefferson,
wake up Jefferson. "Please, please yes," I moaned as I lay back
and spread my legs open and gazed up at the faces of all the men
gathered around me. "I am, I can, please, in my mouth." No one
moved. "Please let me suck, oh please let me suck your cocks."
I put my hands behind my already wide spread knees and rocked back
to expose my hole as one man mounted my ass while another mounted
my face. I could see the big hard prick, dripping with precum,
hanging in front of my face, but couldn't feel it plunge deep into
my open mouth. I couldn't see the dick between my legs, but I could
feel it rubbing up and down in my crack, feel it lubricating my
asshole with precum and feel the pressure as it spread the lips
of my boy cunt and thrust hard and balls deep into my bowels.
The sandy beach, the naked men around me, the dick in my mouth
disappeared, as I blinked my eyes open. Half awake, I felt the
presence and the weight of a body on top of mine, between my legs,
and the friction of hard flesh sawing in and out of my asshole.
As my sleepy eyes adjusted to the dim light, I saw the head of a
pink prick pointing at my face and then I felt it pass between my
lips and enter my mouth. I sucked it gently, tasting the sweet
precum on my tongue, and, after a moment, realized it was my prick
being forced down my throat. I was sucking my own cock...and I was
being fucked.
This was no dream, not any longer. I was in my own room, in my own
bed. A real man was between my legs. A real man was fucking me,
thrusting his dick into me, and pressing down on me, pushing my own
cock into my own mouth. His hands were on the back of my head,
impaling me, gagging me on my own dick as it jammed into my throat.
"Suck it faggot," he growled in my ear. "Suck your own prick while
I fuck your boy cunt. Take it all. Gag on it. Balls too." I felt
my orgasm approaching as my balls stopped bouncing off my face and
snuggled up against my lower lip.
"Kiss 'em, dickhead, kiss your own balls, lick those nuts. Stick
out that cum loving tongue and lick your balls, slut, lick your
balls like a dog."
I kissed and licked my shaved nuts until spit was dripping. Then,
unbelievably, my cock and my balls got stuffed in my mouth.
Over the past five years, eight years if you count the time my twin
cousins ejaculated into my mouth, I've sucked hundreds, thousands
of cocks. Gallons of fresh hot semen, directly from the balls
attached to the dick I was sucking, have been pumped into my faggot
mouth. I've licked up spent cum, including my own, from various male
and female body parts, from bathroom and shower walls and floors.
I've sucked cum out of stained jock straps and underwear and used
condoms. Guys have made lick their nuts, stuff them in my mouth,
made me beg, grovel at their feet, degrade and humiliate myself
in dozens of ways. No matter what guys make me do, no matter how
I feel about it at first, in the end I have no choice but to do
what I'm told to satisfy the slavish and submissive tendencies I
was born with.
It seemed somehow unnatural, not human, but more animal like, the
most degrading and humiliating act I had ever committed...sucking
my own cock, licking my own balls like a dog and ejaculating into
my own mouth. Although I've dreamed about it often and tried to get
my prick into my mouth, it's physically impossible. Ah, but now I
realized that sucking my own dick, eating my own balls, cumming in
my own mouth, humiliated as I felt, was a dream, a cocksucker's
dream come true.
We came together in a double gusher of body warming cum. The
pulsing cock buried deep in my ass expanded and heated my bowels
with a flood of hot semen. The cock plugging my mouth seared my
throat, washed my throat, with huge spurts of spunk. The intensity
of my orgasm was magnified knowing that I was emptying the steamy
contents of my very own balls, recycling my own salty semen, back
into my own body. I labored to breath through my nose as my body
shook with the raw pleasure of this unique experience. I felt like
a complete slut, a total pig, as my softening, sperm oozing, cock
and smoothly shaved balls nestled comfortably in my mouth.
Warm piss was splashing on face before I realized that he was no
longer mounted on top of me, inside my boy pussy, no longer pressing
down on my body. "That's piss, faggot, my piss, in case you can't
smell it," he said. "Makes you want to piss too, doesn't it? Do
it, pig, do it. Back off a bit, spit out your nuts, and fill your
toilet bowl mouth with piss."
I did have to piss, morning piss, and the masterful tone in his
voice left no doubt as to where I was going to do it. My back must
have stretched or something because I was easily able to let my
balls drop out of my mouth and control how much cock I kept inside.
Whatever teeny tiny shred of dignity I had left was surely washed
away, along with the semen still sticky in my throat, with the first
swallow of my own urine. Once the flow started I had to swallow like
mad to keep from choking to death. His laughter filled my ears as
the last drops of my urine filled my mouth and belly.
I lay quietly for a moment, drained of semen and urine, and nursed
on my dick. Why not, I thought, reaching for the dildo on my night
table. Fuck myself with ten inches of latex while I suck myself off
and swallow another load of my cum. I gave myself one terrific blow
job, lots of tongue and throat action, while giving myself a good
hard fucking. I licked my balls some, just because I could do it,
and spurt a tasty load of sweet and sour boy cream into my faggot
cocksucker mouth. I saved the last spurt for my face to show the
man in my bedroom just how slutty I could be. His laughter was
interrupted by a call from below.
"Is he up yet, Bruce? Have him come down to say goodbye or we'll
miss our plane."
"Your daddy wants you, cocksucker," the man named Bruce said as he
slapped my bottom. "Get your dick out of your mouth and your faggot
ass in the bathroom. Wash the cum off your face, and be quick about
it. Me and your daddy got a plane to catch for Thailand. The boys
in Bangkok, Asian boys, so young, so smooth and so available, are
waiting."
I uncoiled my body and sat on the edge of the bed. Boys in Bangkok,
my first gay magazine, long time ago.
"You don't remember me, do you?" He said from the doorway. "Bruce
Barclay. Long time ago. You were just a little boy then. Maybe
this'll refresh your memory."
Bruce Barclay, of course, my father's friend from college. I smiled
at him as he came back into the room and knelt before me. My very
first blow, right here in this room. "I remember, Mr. Barclay,
you sucked my cock."
"That's right, boy, your first blow job. Now you're all grown up, a
high school graduate, and a faggot. Does your father know he's got
a faggot cocksucker for a son?"
"No, sir. At least I don't think so."
Œ"You can tell him, you know. He'll still love you. Maybe let you
suck his cock. I've been sucking his dick, taking it up my ass,
since we roomed together at college, and we're still best friends."
Tell my father I'm a fag? Tell him I suck dick and take it up the
ass, put out like a cheap whore for any cock that wants to use me?
Suck my father's cock? "Jeez, I don't think so, Mr. Barclay. I'd be
too embarrassed."
"Not too embarrassed to have FAG and GAY BOY tattooed on your body
I see. Jefferson, listen to me, fag to fag. Tell your dad you're
a fag before he finds out from somebody else. You can't hide it
forever."
"Well, maybe. I'll think about it."
"How many cocks do you suck each day? How many guys fuck you? No,
don't bother to answer. I know the answer...as many as you can get,
and it's never enough. Fags like us will do anything, and I mean
anything, for dick. I had a boy in Chicago, a black boy, with the
biggest cock I've ever seen and the creamiest, sweetest semen I've
ever tasted. I paid money, a lot of money, to suck that boy's cock.
I begged out loud and groveled, naked, on my knees, in front of that
black boy, in front of his mother. I degraded, humiliated myself,
worse than you can imagine, to get that boy's cock and cum inside my
body. One time his mother sent me outside stark naked. Hundreds of
people on that busy street. Men, women and children, watching,
laughing at me, as I got on my knees and sucked off a gang of black
teenagers. Rich old white guy, naked and on his knees, sucking young
black dick. The crowd loved it, cheered each time one of their own
creamed my cocksucking mouth or spurt all over my face and, to tell
the truth, so did I. My cock was like stone the whole time."
Barclay's story got me hot and hard, eager to suck his dick. I
leaned over to see if he was hard and froze when my prick brushed
against my lips. "Impressive," Barclay said as I stuck out my
tongue and licked around the head of my cock. "Years ago I saw a
young man do what you're doing at a gay nightclub in Denmark, just
leaned over and licked his dick. Quite a show it was. He managed
to deep throat every inch of his cock, all the way down to his
pubes. The audience went wild, Jeff, absolutely wild, when he
began to bob his head up and down on his dick, slow, then fast,
then slow again, sucking all the time, until he came, ejaculated
in his mouth. Cocksucker gave himself one hell of a blow job."
I leaned over a bit more, slowly, afraid of hurting myself. I could
feel my spine stretching, back muscles loosening, sweat dripping
into my eyes with the effort I was making. Suddenly, without any
pain, everything loosened up and the entire head of my cock slid
easily into my mouth. I clamped my lips behind the ridge and looked
up at Barclay.
"I invited that young man, Lutz, back to my hotel for a drink and
a night of incredible sex. When I fucked him on his back, legs
over his head, and pressed down, Lutz was able to gobble the whole
package, nuts and all...just like you did before, Jeff."
"Mmmmmmm," was all I could say with my dick in my mouth.
"Is nothing. That's what he said, Jeff. Is nothing. He told me that
many boys can suck their cocks, lick their balls, in that position.
I tried it and couldn't get close, thought I'd never walk again. All
I got for the effort was a well fucked ass and a face full of cum.
Lutz repeated his club performance in my hotel room that night. It
was even more impressive up close, watching him lean over to lick
his nuts and watching him deep throat his nine inch dick."
I forced my head down and felt my lips stretch around the middle
of my shaft. "Take it, baby, take it all," Barclay said when he saw
what I was doing.
When I felt the head touch the top of my throat, I knew I could do
it. I put my hands under my thighs and lifted up while my head went
down, down, down on my dick. Barclay cheered when the very last of
my prick disappeared into my mouth. I swallowed twice to clear the
accumulated saliva and precum from my throat, massaging the head of
my dick in the process, and began to fuck my mouth.
"Lick your balls first," Barclay urged. "Lick 'em like an old hound
dog."
I licked the wrinkled skin of my tight sack and got an eyeball view
of the GAY BOY tattoo on my inner thigh. "Gonna cum, Mr. Barclay.
Please can I suck my cock and cum in my mouth." I don't know what
made me ask, like how low can I go, asking for permission to suck
my own cock and cum in my own mouth.
"Yeah, sure, go ahead faggot. Suck yourself off."
I didn't know it then, but that was the last blow job I ever gave
as a slave boy on the Winslow plantation. Daddy and Mr. Barclay
caught their flight to Bangkok. I left Mississippi that afternoon
on what turned out to be a ten year journey around the country.
Seems fitting, somehow, that the last load of cum, the last cock
that I sucked...was my own.